So, you want to see some breasts. Nothing wrong with that. Where in Wellington should you go to see them? For the purposes of scientific research, we headed to Dream Girls and Mermaids to find out what you can expect. Mermaids is the big shiny place on Courtenay Place with the red carpet outside, and the terrible music blaring out. So are the back rooms where you go for the private lap dances. Dreamgirls down the road on Dixon Street is much less fancy with its fitout, but the stage is raised, which makes me happier.
Yes, you heard me. Fucking insane. Tagged as: performance , reviews , strip clubs. Emily is a trustfund baby. She floats around the edges and chooses to remain mysterious. Its a valid and legal job, but would you encourage someone to take up this line of work.
Actually, pretty sure Emily meant that as an entirely value-judgement-free observation. Stupid me posted the wrong quote without looking. Some of them are professional strippers. Neither lifestyle is more or less valid than yours. I know what you mean: I feel the same about corporate law and tax accountants. The difference being that the majority of people in the sex industry are decent and honest and meet a fundamental human need.
Actually any accountant not just tax. I just emphasise that they will end up with bad eyesight from squinting at spreadsheets, overweight from being glued to a chair, and no interesting conversation. I find it disturbing that the only problem you have is that the stage was low. But condoning the specific exploitation of naked women for money and arguing for equality between genders seem to be mutually exclusive viewpoints. First of all, where do you get the idea these women are being exploited?
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Have you asked them? Or are you assuming that all sexworkers are too stupid to know that someone is putting one over on them? So to speak.
